The rain of arrows is still falling. Behind the shield wall, the Demacian longbowmen unleashed their arrow feathers in their hands non-stop, trying to slow down the impact of the snowy mountain boar. Because the impact just now had made them feel a great pressure, even if they had encountered those Noxians who had always been known for their unmatched brute strength, they could stand tall in the Demacian steel formation, but just now there was a trace of loosening, a trace of strength, and the footsteps of the Demacian stormtroopers at the forefront had a trace of vanity, and everyone heard the shrill sound of the shield cracking.

This is bad news, which means that they may be in danger of being broken. This danger made the nerves of every Demacian soldier tense, they shot their arrows faster and harder, their hands holding their spears tighter, and they held their breath, ready to give the next moment the most ferocious response to the coming monstrous tide.

The rain of arrows rushed towards Sejuani who began to speed up, and those arrows no longer cared for the other barbarians, they rushed towards Sejuani, and the snow smoke that was brought up again by the violent acceleration of the snowy mountain porcupine could not stop them in the slightest, they followed one after another, like a swarm of inexhaustible poisonous insects, just to stop the pace of Sejuani's charge for a moment.

Unfortunately, all the arrows were like mud oxen into the sea, and none of the long arrows that entered the sky could give the Demacians the wonderful sound of the arrows piercing the skin and piercing the flesh as they wanted to hear.

What they heard was a constant "snap--" sound.

It was the sound of arrows being broken with ferotypical brute force.

and the sound of thunder that filled the air. It was the terrifying sound of the huge cold chain hammer being swung to the extreme.

Sejuani's charge did not stop, and the entire snow-capped mountain porcupine had completely become a peak chariot that had soared to the extreme.

The distance remaining was only thirty yards, and the thunderous roar had poured through the air directly into the eardrums of every Demacian, and a shiver felt that instantly roamed through their every pore.

There is no one who can stop this wave of the tide that has reached the extreme.

The rain of arrows had stopped, and the archers had stopped this useless struggle, and they leaned more in, ready to help their comrades resist the next wave of almost unstoppable onslaught.

And ten yards.

The Demacians with spears in their hands pressed both hands to them, slowly pulling the whole spear back, and they were doing the most of their last accumulation.

Five yards after the most thunder, the roar of thunder shook everyone's eardrums.

At the end of the snow and smoke, the snow-capped mountain porcupine like a steel chariot had jumped high, raising its front hooves in a condescending posture, and the cold iron chain hammer in Sejuani's hand had danced into a field of steel, and an irresistible aura of destruction spread unscrupulously.

Everyone took a deep breath, and the Demacia stormtroopers standing in the front row pressed down their bodies, as if they wanted to root their bodies in this vast snow.

The last yard of the most. You can hear the slight snort of the snowy mountain porcupine.

"Asdara Bista." A woman's voice said this.

The next moment. The tide finally hit the rocks.

The fangs of the snow-capped mountain porcupine touched the somewhat broken shield again, and the boundless steel field completely invaded the immovable shield wall.

At that moment, time stood still. There was an extremely oppressive aura that raged from those contact points in an instant, and the clashing snow cracked inch by inch.

The air seemed to be drained in an instant, and the wind suddenly stopped.

Chen Senran subconsciously closed his eyes.

Galen wields his sword.

Ash bent the bow.

The whole world is still.

Until that sound:

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang bang

The sound of the impact was infinitely elongated and amplified, echoing in everyone's ears without stopping.

Everyone woke up from a dream, and the world was restored. And then there's:

"Kara-la-"

"Smack-"

When everyone couldn't wait to see the results, it was the sound that reached the ears first. As a result, it was.

The sharp fangs mercilessly pierced the already somewhat crumbling shield wall, and all the strength accumulated by the snowy mountain porcupine poured into those members of the Demacian stormtroopers, and as those shields shattered, every man behind the shield was almost killed by the terrifying blow of the falling sky into the deep snow, and the irresistible majestic force directly broke their bones as those broken shields spread to their arms.

The sound of those bones shattering was as crisp as the shield shattered, as if hundreds of bamboo branches had been easily broken, making a "kara-la-" sound.

An even more irresistible thunderous roar followed, and the hammer of the cold chain mercilessly tore through the spears that tried to do the most of the last struggles, and after tearing those spears apart, it continued forward, and then tore apart all the fragile heads that were exposed.

As the boundless steel field advanced, each head was easily smashed like a rotten watermelon, juice splashed, and the crunchy sound of a terrible "pop-" kept echoing.

Broken shields, landslides, broken formations.

No one could stop the furious attack, and the still moving Demacians began to desperately drag their comrades back as they roared and screamed.

The remnants of the shields were ruthlessly shattered one by one, and many more were mercilessly smashed to pieces on the way back.

Sejuani still had no intention of stopping, and now her large army had opened up at least two hundred yards to her by her furious charge, and she herself had now penetrated at least two-thirds of the way into the interior of this Demacian steel battle array through the gap she had broken, and there were corpses all along the way, and all those who stood in her way were crushed into powder, and a long scarlet line was dragged out of the snow by the snowy mountain porcupine.

It wasn't until this moment that Sejuani couldn't stop her attack.

At this moment, she had gone deep into the enemy formation, but there was not the slightest expression of fear on her face. She looked up, and no one dared to look at her.

At that moment, this woman looked at the world, and she couldn't do anything.

She turned around the snowy mountain porcupine and began to leave step by step the way she came.

No one dared to stop her, as she had come.

All the Demacians were silent.

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I didn't want to write it, but I wrote it anyway.

That's my hope after all.